Private Post ⇒ recluserose, spellbent

[recluserose]

[It was another night in the town of Blackgale, with no moon in sight to set the dark sky aglow amid the blanket of stars. The lack of moonlight, however, was not stopping the local (and only) witch, Amelia Steinbeck, from doing a much needed patrol for this particular night. After all, when a demon from the darkest realm from who knows where comes to ones doorstep with the intention of murder, there's probably others lurking around.

That wasn't going to do, not at all.


Of course, she had to be at school soon for an early morning meeting... But hey, it's high school and she was always on time no matter what, thanks to magic. And thus, Amelia began to wander around in the streets, with a green flame flickering in one hand-- only visible to her, other magic users, and a magnet for more demons.

Come at her bros.]

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[recluserose]

[She raises an eyebrow as she looks back at him]

How did you figure?

[spellbent]

[ He shrugs ] That's why I'm here.

[recluserose]

Are they after you too? They tend to gather around strong sources of magic.

[spellbent]

More like I'm after it.

[recluserose]

Hm. Well then, I'm not sure if these might be the right kind you're pursuing. One was at my doorstep threatening me for my magic before I sent it off on it's way.

[spellbent]

One from my world, one from yours, perhaps?

[recluserose]

[Sighs]

What does yours look like then?

[spellbent]

Oh, about seven feet tall. Black skin, red eyes.

... Wearing a trench coat.

[recluserose]

That... Would be hard to miss.

How dangerous are we talking here? And can it sense large sources of magic?

Right now, I'm the epitome of live bait, but it's the only way to lure all the other demons out.

[spellbent]

Of all the demons out there, I have to run across one that's apparently a fan of Columbo.

[ He thinks on that for a moment ] This one has a certain... taste for the flesh of wizards, but no, it can't sense the magic. It would make sense for it to find a demon that could, though.

[recluserose]

Demons thrive in this world to consume magic. I suppose I'll be thankful your trench coat wearing friend isn't the same.

[spellbent]

No. He just wants to eat you. He claims magic-users have a nice flavor.

[ he shrugs ] That was all I got out of him before he tried to make me his lunch. I wounded him, and he ran. Now here we are.

[recluserose]

It's always about flesh-eaters isn't it?

[Making the green flame in her hand disperse into little globes of light as she walks along-- they're floating EVERYWHERE in the town trying to search for the demons and her efforts are rewarded when they hear a low animal sounds from the park

[spellbent]

[ His eyebrows go up ]

I suppose it's a bit late to ask what your demon looks like?

[recluserose]

They're usually shapeless actually. Large, shadowy forms because most of them do not possess the arts needed for high level shape shifting. Only the more powerful of their kind can give themselves a form such as a human form or a dragon.

But if that noise was anything to go by... It might be a bear. [And heads towards the park] Maybe I can ask it if it's seen your demon.

[spellbent]

[ Follows! ] Well, I suppose if I have to spend the evening hunting demons, I can think of worse company.

[recluserose]

I'll take that as a compliment.

[spellbent]

It was meant to be one.

[recluserose]

[Letting out a puff of breath and brushing aside a long strand of red hair]

Thanks.

Now about that bear-- ah. There it is. [They're at the park and she points to a dark bear shaped mass]

[spellbent]

... I see we're using the term "bear" loosely.

[recluserose]

I don't think it's very good at this shape shifting business is all.

[spellbent]

... Here's a question. Is it solid enough that I could hurt it if I needed to?

[recluserose]

Hopefully. Can you burn things?

[spellbent]

Fire isn't in my repertoire, no. I can make things disintegrate, though.

[recluserose]

In that case you should be fine. Anyways, we shouldn't keep it waiting. [And walking right up to it without batting an eye]